Tainted Love ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 9

I remember when I was a child, completely oblivious to the monsters and tragedy surrounding me.

When people would die, my mom would tell me that they were just so tired they fell asleep on the road. When I asked her why there was so much blood, she never responded and told me to forget about it.

It was probably when I was eight or so when they told me that they existed. That the vampires existed. I had never heard anything about them, but I was soon educated. Educated on their takeover, their evolution, how they came to be and what they do to people now.

What I remember vividly is wondering how people who used to be just like me became murderers, became soulless. I used to tell myself if I was ever turned, I'd kill myself. Even as a kid, I resented these monsters. Now here I am, forced to be civil with the King. The start of it all.

I hear his heavy steps go up the stairs, slowly, as if to intimidate me. It was working.

I was a problematic child. Always asking questions, always wanting to go outside. I encountered a vampire when I was nine and had just began to learn about them. I remember calling them jerks and telling them they needed to stop doing what they were doing. The vampire laughed, and continued with his day. No matter how ruthless some were, kids were ignorant. They grew up, soon they became a disturbance.

I was one of those kids.

I should have been brought to The Cages. Should have instigated him when I was downstairs, made him kill me.

I don't want to be here anymore.

The door opens, and he is standing there. I just stare at him, and his angry, twisted face relaxes. "You came back." He sighs.

"Yes sir." I choke out, scared of what he was going to do.

"Thank you." He says, turning back around. "Also, don't bother trying to leave the room. It will be locked, you are no longer free to roam as intended. You have access to water; but because of your act today people insist you be punished. You will stay in here until I think of the necessary punishment." He continued.

"Wait," I stop him, and he looks to me, "kill me." I say to him.

He looks at me confused, "What?"

"Do it!" I scream, standing up from the bed. "I'm right here. I am just another human being, completely meaningless. Kill me!"

I was tired of being around him, and it had only been probably two or so weeks. I wanted out. If my father could see me now, he would disown me for even calling him sir. For not taking his offer to go to The Cages. For bending to what he wanted. "No." He replies, angrily.

"God dammit, kill me!" I shout at him. "I don't want to be here anymore! The only things I ever valued were my family and my freedom! You fucking took those away!" I take a step towards him, placing my hands on his chest and using all my strength to push him back.

Caught off guard, he falls back to the ground.

Something happens that hasn't since the day I met him.

His eyes turn black.

My face drains, and I back up. He gets up, smirking at me. "You want to die?" He asks.

"Do it." I say to him, my voice shaky.

He pushes me down on the bed and gets on top of me, then places his hand around my neck. I can't breathe.

I start to struggle. I didn't think he would. I thought that... well, I am not sure what I thought. My head starts to hurt and I try forcing his hand away from my neck. I start to cry, but I know it won't do any good. His smile goes away, and his black eyes return to their normal light-green color.

He gets off of me and falls to the ground. I gasp for air, and look to him. I was frightened and seriously surprised. I did not expect that from him.

He just stares at me, and gets back on his feet. He doesn't say anything as he hurries out of the room.